The Red Sky Poem

Sunset, you light up my window

like a mouth-full of cotton candy,

making my gums bleed with sugary thoroughness..

sunset, you are the impressionist's wet dream,

dotted and swirled and more than a picture

when you squint and turn your head just so..

sunset, you are my blues and my rock and roll,

hot and screaming and softly sighing,

pulling all manner of expression and cramming it into 5 minutes..

sunset, you are too much and not enough

and we are all snow balls melting in your succulent hell..

sunset, you are golden death and birth of mother-of-pearl,

low to be one of us, and just too far away for intimacy..

sunset, you are my pillow and my eggs-over-easy,

fighting back the yawns and pulling on my dancing shoes..

sunset, you are..

© Mollie Fletcher (mf)

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